“Don’t worry, Dear,” his mother said with a wicked grin, “It’s been a year … another few hours won’t matter.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly and warmly, the way he’d wanted to kiss her a few minutes ago when she’d kissed him in the car … the way he’d kissed her when she’d come to him at night during his last few weeks at home before college – the way he’d kissed her when he’d make love to her.
“Mom?” Jenna called out from the living room, “Can we have some popcorn?”
She pulled away from him and smiled apologetically.
“Go on,” she said, “she’s waiting.”
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Grace’s door was unlocked. He’d known it would be.
She sat with her back to him at her little dressing table and watched him in the oval mirror.
“Grace, I’m sorry,” he said to her reflection, “You look … you look really good.”
He’d had more conversations with her reflection then he’d had with her face to face the last few years … it seemed to make her more comfortable that way.
She looked away and smiled sheepishly and brushed at the curls that fell over her shoulder.
“How good?” she asked.
John felt the frustration he always felt around her then. She was terribly shy, always had been, though it seemed to get much worse the older she got until it was to the point where she never seemed to leave her room at all anymore.
“You’re as pretty as Mom ever was – maybe even prettier.”
Mom had always been a beauty. She’d even been in a few local beauty pageants as a teen.
“Really?” she asked.
For him to tell Grace she was as pretty as her mother was a real compliment and she knew it.
“Yes.”
Grace looked at him steadily in the mirror.
“Do you want to put your thing in me like you did to Mom.”
John fell back against the door, his legs going wobbly beneath him.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I won’t tell Dad.”
John fled from her room, pulling the door shut behind him, holding the knob as if she would try to come out after him.
“Didn’t go so well, huh?” his father chuckled behind him. John spun to see Dad standing a few feet away down the hallway. “Damned nutcase.”
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She was under him crying and begging him to pull out of her. He didn’t care how she felt about it because he just wanted to fuck her, to hurt her, to cum in her little hot pussy.
She beat at his chest and pleaded for him to stop but that only made him pound into her harder. She could cry out all she wanted but no one was going to help her.
He pulled out of her when he was ready, determined to enjoy completing her humiliation by splattering her face with his semen.
Everything froze with a bright flash of light just then – like someone had taken a Polaroid and stopped the flow of time.
His little sister gaped up at him in horror, her mouth open wide, her hair locked in a halo around her head, her beautiful big tits in the process of spilling from her torn and tattered night gown.
He ejaculated then but the cum didn’t go where he expected it too … instead it coated the inside of his boxers and splattered over his own belly startling him awake.